He felt certain now that the terror at the core of everything was not imagined, but real, essential, fundamental to consciousness. And he also knew from experience that this terror could be channeled into work, the pursuit of pleasure or money; or managed with yoga, meditation, ascetic practices; surrendered to religion, political causes, philosophical contemplation; sublimated into neurotic fixations, dramatic romances, jealousies and games of glory; or numbed with drugs, entertainment, sarcasm and sex. Even art, the consumption and creation of music, literature, film, dance seemed to skirt around the basic inescapable fact of the deafening terror of existence. And so what he wanted to know was, could the terror be met head on, actually engaged with, truly experienced? And what would happen then?